Two Feet In | Poem/Song

Nothing makes me feel this way

to bend to ones control.

I don’t like what happens to my brain

but the feeling is far from miserable.

There’s a power, there’s a charm

in every little pattern

in every little syllable

everything that shouldn’t matter.

Two feet in.

No doubs, no doubts, no doubts.

Two feet in.

I’m proud, you’re proud, we’re proud.

It’s not a new feeling:

it’s really quite stale

to go into detail.

But I’ll make it brief.

Mr Brown, where are you

with your good grief?

Underneath the charm of your body,

you’re terrible and smite me,

and just how unlucky it is

for me to want you.

And it makes you wonder

just how lucky we are

to get the chance and the choice

to put two feet in.

Two feet in.

No doubs, no doubts, no doubts.

Two feet in.

I’m proud, you’re proud, we’re proud.

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